"You never forget your first big vicarious experience with a falling-in-love story, and mine was probably the romance of Swamp Thing and Abby Arcane, which blossomed during the early issues of Alan Moore’s run on the comic. He was a towering hunk of sentient vegetation; she was a sensitive hippie with snow-white hair and an open-minded attitude regarding the date-worthy. Sure, her first response was to find him scary and even a little repulsive, but after they got to know each other, it seemed as if they could become unlikely friends. Maybe, who knows, even more than friends, if she weren’t married. Then it turned out that her pathetic drunk of a husband was actually possessed by the spirit of her evil, incestuous uncle, and Swamp Thing ended up literally journeying to the bowels of hell to bring her back to the surface and restore her to life, which is the kind of thing that might make a girl wonder if she hadn’t settled. The details were fantastical, but what matters is whether the emotional development underneath it all rings true, and boy, at the very least, I sure wanted it to. I’ve heard that after Moore left the comic, Swamp Thing and Abby (who’d since married and started having psychedelic mammal/vegetable sex) started having problems, but I’ve never wanted to know for sure."